Rows of sharp white teeth flashed in a grin, "I've been alrigh' so far. I don' know of any preders, 'aven't met any that is, but there might be some." She shrugged. "Stick tergether? Maybe f'r awhile..." She didn't want to promise anything. See, 'sticking' to anything wasn't really Gwen's style. The Saigh stood up and stretched. "Ireland? Yeh, tha's familiar, I think that's where my parents're from." Turning to Morou, she gave him a plainly puzzled stare. "Colo... what?"